Here we are
Quiet at your kitchen table
With courtesy to little pet peeves
Napkins on laps strands pulled back
I hang the scarf
And my mom's anorak
Why do I tell you how I feel
When you're just
Looking down the blouse
It's something
I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
Talking to some who laugh
And others scorned
I guess humor could
Help me after all
It's funny now
I'm just useless and a whore
But I get a cosign from
Your favorite one-man show
Why do I tell you how I feel
When you're too busy
Looking down my blouse
It's something
I wouldn't say out loud
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
If touch could make them hear
Then touch me now
Now